Fanfiction: Untitled
The first time she says I hate you, he is grinning that all-too-knowing grin as she tries desperately to gauge how badly her hair has been singed by a poorly thrown grenade. He laughs and reaches down to carefully tuck a ruined curl behind her ear and says, “No, you don’t.”
The last time she says I hate you, they’re in the Library, and he calls from across the room, "I know” He is so different from the man she loved; loud and angry and wrong, and this time… she almost means it.
Next I will try to write a straightforward story.
... have I ever written a straightforward Doctor/River fic?